When summer fun has ended
when autumn leaves begin to fall
baseball takes the center stage
the "greatest games of all"
Frenzied fans will pack the stands
they scream they shout they cheer
it's time for the World Series
best games of the year
Fans keep track on scorecards
each pitch and steal and run
fifty-four outs, nine innings
or 'till the game is done
Eyes trained on the umpire
it's three strikes and you're out!
no spit balls, scuff balls, mud balls
umps must leave no doubt
And when the games have ended
a champion has been crowned
fans know they've witnessed something
something quite profound!
something quite profound!
some things just come along with seasons and the falling of the leaves! a wonderful poem! (:
ReplyDeleteInteresting take on the change of seasons, batters up!
ReplyDeleteAnd which colors shall be the brightest during such an important change of season?
This is a very very good ballad! I can hear the music!
ReplyDeleteI like this take on the prompt :o)
ReplyDeleteHelen,
ReplyDeleteThe world Series is a profound event celebrating America's "pass time."
Well versed!
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Ahh!Perfect :)
ReplyDeleteAlways upbeat for the game...
Nice poem, Helen!
Let's hope the season turns out as you hope. Nicely versed.
ReplyDeleteI love this, Helen. A wonderful piece of Americana.
ReplyDeleteI love your poem... nice rhythm & rhyme...great magpie!
ReplyDeleteI'm impressed by your knowledge of the sport! Nice job.
ReplyDeletei love it! very creative and refreshing!
ReplyDeletenice magpie :)
Baseball goes right over my head! :)
ReplyDeleteOh the thrill of winning a World series..White Sox
ReplyDeletebut oh the dread of a losing season
I love being at the ballpark
good one
A very fun take on this week's theme! Looking at your sidebar pic, it seems you are a Pac 10 follower as well as a baseball fan. Looks like a good season for the Oregon teams.
ReplyDeleteYou sound like a great fan! I used to be when I was a kid, but now football is my game! Nicely written.
ReplyDeleteThe season of baseball; your love for it comes clearly through. Enjoyed it.
ReplyDeleteExcellent! I feel the enthusiasm for the sport.
ReplyDeleteYeah for you with this poem! I am reminded of my one and only time (so far) that I got to go to the World Series. Life changing and I will never forget it. Thanks for the wonderful reminder!
ReplyDeleteNo tbeing American I had no idea that baseball was played at this time of year... thank you.
ReplyDeleteLoved the rhyming.
So, who are you rooting for? Nice description of the World Series.
ReplyDeleteActually, I left baseball behind in June, when my sons' season was over. Now we're knee-deep in soccer.
Although I am not a fan of baseball I still enjoyed your verse very much! Nicely done! :)
ReplyDeletethis is great! Who woulda thunk of baseball from Autumn Leaves! Hah! My favorite sport and favorite time of year to watch! reat fun this Magpie!
ReplyDeleteJust great..spoken like a true fan..and I am presently watching the NY Yankees/Minn. playoff. What a coincidence!! 3-2
ReplyDeleteThanks for reminding me that the Padres missed the postseason by 1 game. :(
ReplyDeleteHelen
ReplyDeleteMy Irish poet father and baseball fan, would love you, if he were still around, and read and re-read your poem with pure delight.
Whimsical,
Cheers,
Joanny
Mmmmm! I can smell the hot dogs & the peanuts.
ReplyDeleteInteresting to know what autumn can mean to different people. Very nice..
ReplyDeleteWonderful!
ReplyDeleteAnd the Red Sox are out of it :(
Stafford Ray hit the proverbial nail.
ReplyDeleteThis is a ballad. Grand thing too.
I read your comment @ Daily spirit's site and couldn't help to come and read your magpie! two reasons: 1) Baseball is my passion 2) when I saw this week's pic I couldn't help thinking about the post season! Great poem!!!
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Autumn leaves and baseball, well I never!
ReplyDeleteNot something I would have thought of in a million years.
Fun magpie.
Thanks for stopping by and leaving a comment!
ReplyDeleteWhen I read this piece I immediately had to share it with a person I know who is a complete baseball fanatic! You captured the sport perfectly!
I'm not a baseball fan, but I loved your poem. It almost made me want to be one.
ReplyDeleteTruly charming Helen! A wonderful Magpie! :-)
ReplyDeleteLoved the fresh baseball take. It's been ages since I've been to a game, your poem reminded me it's time to go back!
ReplyDeleteI just posted my magpie... and it is a baseball one...hope you like it!!
ReplyDeleteAutumn leaves and Baseball ! Never wuld have thought of it ! Loved baseball as a kid !
ReplyDeleteDidn't understand all the jargon, but thoroughly enjoyed the read. Great slant to take.
ReplyDeletethis reads as fast paced as a baseball game..enjoyed it - even if i have no clue about baseball, i have to admit...
ReplyDeletesorry to hear you've lost your father even more early than i did..
That's one committed fan! I adore passion in versus! I'm doing my best to understand football/soccer at home and getting there.....I think.
ReplyDeleteLovely take, Helen!
Amazing wha a pic can make people write... this piece is extraordinary... i love those two last lines
ReplyDeleteThey know they've been a part of
Something quite profound.
nice. one o my favorite times of year...though spring and the begining of the season and the smells rank right up there...smiles. great magpie!
ReplyDeleteOh, yes, it is!! Great take on the prompt...:)
ReplyDeleteI enjoy being at the ballpark, probably more than I enjoy baseball. Great take on the prompt!
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Great Mag...Love and Light, Sender
ReplyDeleteThis is somewhat exotic to my European eyes (yet I should remember, as I witnessed some of that back in the fall of 1983).
ReplyDeleteBaseball is always better in October, isn't it? Great magpie!
ReplyDeleteI very much enjoyed your take on the prompt. I can taste the hot dogs...
ReplyDeleteI've never watched a baseball match - but this sounded a lot of fun. Nice post
ReplyDelete(I am only now getting around to reading last week's Magpies - #35... I am so behind. :)
ReplyDeleteThis brings back such sweet memories of baseball games with my stepfather. Evocative magpie!
Oh, I had never really understood baseball, but it sounds like a lot of fun.
ReplyDeleteFabulous! I absolutely love this, Helen. Go Diamondbacks! Side note: I was at the game last Saturday night for game 5 of the NLCS when they lost to the Phillies. But, here they are--World Series bound!
ReplyDeleteGo Cubs! — oh yeah, hmm, grrr, next batters up.
ReplyDeleteI think baseball is still the greatest game (if the big wigs will just leave the rules along). The only sport without a clock. Alas, my beloved Tigers have long been absent from the post season but happy to see someone different in the World Series.
ReplyDeleteLove your energy and charm Helen. Not a baseball fan but I get your excitement.
ReplyDeleteA wonderful poem, Helen. Love the nostalgia and enthuiasm. A great reading of the poem!
ReplyDeleteI truly enjoyed hearing you read your fun poem, Helen! It is as wonderful and exciting as any baseball game to this poetry lover.
ReplyDeleteThis is just wonderful Helen. Resonated for me like “Casey has struck out”. Thank you for the light my friend. That war prompt Tuesday took me right go the dark, a place to which my fondness for melancholy takes me to so easily. Thanks for the breath of fresh air.. I grew up in Cincinnati in the 60’s and 70’s. Sparky Andersen, Pete Rose, Johnny Bench, Tony Perez, Dave Concepcion and the boys of the amazing BIG RED MACHINE! When I was a young teenager, my uncle Bernie in the parking lot my Crosley field and I used to spend my summers helping him park cars. He gave me a bucket car for every car. I got it into their spot. I had a helluva lot of money when I was a teenager, relative to what my friends had . Allowed me to own some great cars during that period — a different one every year for years, and beyond, because the money I made with my rock bands while in college help me keep the string of cool cars going for maybe 10 years. Incredible memories. College football and women’s soccer has been a distraction in my later years here. Don’t follow the diamond dandies as I once did.
ReplyDeleteYes; i enjoyed your reading.
ReplyDeleteMuch💛love
Love the close Helen! The pull of the game seems to get everyone in a gridlock. All goes to show it's a favourite among adults and teenagers.
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A lovely way to spend an autumn day! Love the jaunty rhyme in which you tell it :-)
ReplyDeleteNot a big fan, myself, of any kind of ball game – but you make it sound so full of verve and excitement, I could almost entertain the idea.
ReplyDeleteThe excitement jumps from your poem I don't know much about baseball The national game here is Rugby. Don't know much about that either haha
ReplyDeleteYou have associated autumn with baseball. For us autumn is a festive season with first Durga Puja followed by Diwali - the festival of lights.
ReplyDeleteI know someone who bought a stadium seat cardboard of their dog - it now is in their home next to their fireplace. How fun you have one. What a great fun to have cheering and yelling for a beloved hometeam! I want to go down to our local fast pitch field and just root along on a nice fall evening (Lake Michigan the backdrop). You always have a fun voice. ;)
ReplyDeleteWhat a fun filled, joyful poem - I loved it and the accompanying picture and red font also made me smile - far more interesting than cricket! Jae
ReplyDelete"World Series" perfectly stereotypes USAsians.
ReplyDeleteHa! That came out of left field. I enjoyed your poem very much, Helen.
ReplyDeleteYes, it takes fans to make the game. I haven't watched one baseball game this year. I would have watched our Houston Astros but they are not in the play offs. Football, we watch LSU, Arlene's, and Nebraska and Houston for mine. Some Baylor games for our daughter's team. Since ESPN isn't free now we miss some.
ReplyDeleteThose were college. We also watch our Texans, Houston, for pro football. Some golf. No basketball except playoffs.
DeleteI have a lot of close friends who are die-hard fans of their favorite baseball teams. LOL, my neutrality on such matters helps to bring a cooler head into the mix when the season heats up.
ReplyDeleteI love where you took this prompt, Helen. It reads like a song. My husband's favorite game was baseball. He would have loved this!
ReplyDeleteThis poem seems to be stirring up a lot of memories! Dad used to call it "The Serious." Some years, when Cincinnati was in it and local radio stations broadcast the games, he listened to them on the radio. A lot of people liked Cincinnati and Pete Rose but Dad's real favorite always was St. Louis and Stan Musial. No one else came close. Though he liked PR, and later Mark McGwire, and "defended" them when they were criticized.
ReplyDeleteMe? I paid enough attention to know when a boyfriend, later on, pulled off the most professional-looking home run in the company softball season! Yay, Homer! :-)